I am still waiting, bored with it all and totally frustrated with the whole process of getting my bike fixed. Everybody has gone off to Tathra for a weekend away. My plan was to have the bike back by yesterday...the latest, I thought. Then get off to an early start this morning.
Well, if I have to spell it out. Here is the blue skye urban alphabet, I'd use:"I am most disappointed!"
At least I got some of my wishlist fulfilled. MaxPower's Steve got me some nice new rotors, pads and braided lines. The rear section received a new number plate holder and a rego tube, to make things look all that little neater.
There goes another grand...
Somehow I am a little unsure wether I should spend money on my bike, because of the possibility of it being written off in such a minor accident as this one. Perhaps I need to increase the agreed value?
A fabulous night! I am glad I went! Loads of meat trays were won at our table and great conversation made. The pool table had a work out by some of the meanest galz on the block. Voila!
I'll be back... and that is not only to pick up the scarf I've left behind at the Hellenic Club.
So, I am with Shannon's, the other guy with NRMA. I'm ringing Shannon's to let them know what happened and where the bike is now. I am told that Shannon's will send out an Assessor and then they'll claim the money back from the NRMA. OK... whatever...as long as my bike gets fixed.
JUST REMEMBER THAT I AM INNOCENT HERE.
I AM THE VICTIM!!!!!
...and the victim I certainly am, but am I being compensated? NO! Not fully.
My bike is worth five and a half thousand dollars to me. I bought it, then added about a thousand dollars in upgrades. It is 11 years old, but has a brandnew paint job and extremely low milage for a bike that age. It was a lady's bike all of its life and there is nothing on the market that will float my boat as well as this one does.
The assessor announces himself for Monday and does not arrive...then again, for Saturday: same stunt. Finally gets there on Tuesday and tells Bron: No new Muffler. Polish the dent and scratch out. No new bar-end. Brake lever? Paint over the scratch. No new mirror. Leave it scratched. There is a dent on the engine cover. Nothing.
I FEEL RIPPED OFF!
The assessor claims that he could write it off, as he would sell it easily, as is for $4000. (It would make someone a fine track bike... Yeah sure! Stop rubbing your palms....no way! Not my baby!)
So much for being honest with insurance cover! I should have told them it was worth much more, as they insure agreed value...what's it worth to ME??????? What would it cost to get something of equal value?
Today we took Joey's daughter up to the Pieshop. The pieshop now has a Visor Cleaning Station in the Disabled Toilets. How spoilt are we?!
It was a great day and I even enjoyed the trip down the Pass. About 8 of us went off to MaxPower in Bellambi Lane, my new mechanic.
The others decided to take a trip up to bald Hill via Bulli Pass, but I did not.
I wish I had gone up to Bald Hill today, but for a split second there I thought to myself...arrgh been up that Bulli Pass today, let's go home and give that bike a good clean before we hit Maxpower again tomorrow... Remembering the one and only important thing to do today...the man had asked if I could pick up the paper somewhere today....sure! I'll pick up the paper for him, since he is painting the girl's room and gets into a bit of tiling while I'm leaving some rubber on the asphalt...
So I get to Thirroul and see a spot opposite the newsagency... but I have a feeling that I should park parallel to the kurb and in the no standing zone, leaving about two metre space behind that huge Holden, rather than sqeezing in behind him. Driver crosses the road as I cross to the other side. He looks straight at me. "Good" I remember thinking... "he knows the bike is there". I did not even bother to take my helmet off and am about to step into the newsagency when I hear this strange sound... I turn around and there it is...my bike!!!!!! On its side -on the asphalt!!!!! Nooooooo!!!! My baybeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!
The guy in the 4wd Holden starts to drive fwd. I hear myself scream: Oiiiiiiii!!!!! Pointing at him, thinking"he's not going to take off, is he?!
No. He was a real gentleman. Right down to ringing me later to find out if there was anything he could help out with. I, on the other hand, was not so kind...I remember distinctly calling him a d!(%head and a bl@@dy idi@t, while he helped me picking up the bike, but he took it in his stride. First thing he said was "sorry". Decent guy.
Damaged
So, now it is at Daytona's, scarred, awaiting the assessor's judgement. Bron said that there was approximately $2500 damage. No, I do not want it written off, thanx! When I rang Shannon's, my insurer, to give them the details, they did ask me if I would want to buy it off them if it gets written off. 'Of cause'! was my answer. 34km... true km on the clock... It's a rare find!
Another week of holidays and no bike. I am not happy. MaxPower is staging a BBQ for the Angel Flight charity tomorrow... Was going to be there... I'm the one driving a Toyotahhhh...
Can you imagine racing after Porsche Turbos and hunting down the odd Maserati on the Autobahn? " 'scuse me sir, I just had to do 300 km/h to catch up to you, could you please write your own ticket, as my hands are still a little shaky!"
Which brought up the question of protective gear. How's the top-cop's helmet? Not wind channel tested, but quite effective at night...
These rides South do not happen too often with the Girls-Ride-Out gang, so I was especially looking forward to participate in this outing to Shoalhaven Heads. Unfortunately the flu has got me down and out and shivering, wrapped up in multiple layers with a hot water bottle at my feet, under my doona. Coughing and spluttering all night, making a nuisance of myself, trying to get comfortable. Is it just an urban myth or does 'Southern Comfort' really help?
I am just so disappointed that I could not go on this ride, but the man has already given me the hard word about going on yesterdays ride. But seriously, balance and fatigue factor would have made it more dangerous than practical. So here I am, glassy eyed, staring out my bedroom window.
What's that? The sound of birds? Aaah...the wind has finally died down... good for their return trip.
Days of Thunder. Addicted to the sound of the throttle wrist twist... Freedom Diary. My me-time log....
or just a place to escape to and to dwell for just a few moments longer...
I am a 40-something woman who is truly enjoying her midlife crisis to the max. Happily married with lots of love for each other and looking forward to another 15 years or so of working life.
I am in Education and strongly believe in life-long learning, especially about myself, my place in this world and the effect I have on others. Some things are just beyond me, but so much is in reach...
"I am most disappointed!"
